Anger and Ice Cream | Naziya Khan

It’s a room full of two

Two feels a lot, heavy

Heavy is victim who is entitled

Entitled is victim of all demons

Demons, take up the space here

Here, in our home, not so close are we

We, father and mother are taken up all by anger

They shout not for, to be heard by rest

They scream not for, to be understood

But to, to shut and lock what’s free

And there she was, in the corner

Holding the melting ice-cream,

Melting her childhood laughs

Innocent, to be fed and caressed

So it wasn’t a room of just two

For they couldn’t see the being

and third never left the room

neither, the room left the third

and anger melted the ice-cream